The Slave King's Choice!

"Are we almost there?"

Dragon pushed open the hatch and came out, asking Rear Admiral Ivan, who was looking at the sea on the deck.

At this time, the five Headquarters Class warships he led had returned from the South Blue to the first half of the Grand Line, and judging by the time, it seemed that it was about time.

"Dragon Rear Admiral Dragon, you've suffered such serious injuries, you should rest more. Impel Down the handover of prisoners to me," Rear Admiral Ivan said with a smile.

"No, I said before that I would personally send the Slave King in!"

Dragon walked to Rear Admiral Ivan's side, gazing at the Gate of Justice appearing in the distance, and said, "This means a great deal to me."

"Since you've put it that way, alright then. I'll take Colonel Hansa and Will to Enies Lobby for trial later, and then we can meet up in Marineford for a drink, how about that?"

After the battle in the Thutmose Kingdom, Rear Admiral Ivan's attitude towards Dragon became even more respectful and awe-inspiring.

On the one hand, the latter's demonstrated strength convinced him completely; on the other hand, he was certain that he would be promoted to Vice Admiral upon returning.

"Okay." Dragon had no objections; he actually quite enjoyed drinking as well.

Just then, another White-Clad Masked Man silently emerged from the cabin and stood quietly in a corner on the deck.

Rear Admiral Ivan glanced over and asked in a low voice, "How much longer will these Cipher Polls be with you?"

Little did he know that on another warship nearby, there was a White-Clad Masked Man, and these two, one near and one far, were keeping a close watch on Dragon.

"Ignore them. They'll disappear when their time is up."

Dragon had no interest in looking back, as he had already abandoned the idea of defecting from the Navy and was prepared to observe the subsequent changes in the World Government and the Navy.

It has to be said that this mission was quite enjoyable for him, and it also gave him a glimmer of hope.

Half an hour later, the Gate of Justice slowly opened, and the five warships immediately parted ways. Dragon led one ship along the left current toward Impel Down, while Rear Admiral Ivan led the remaining four ships along the right current toward Enies Lobby, and then back to Marineford.

This is Triangle Current formed by the three Gate of Justice connecting a giant Uzumaki Clan. Its current is quite fast, and the Dragon's warships arrived outside the gates of Impel Down in less than ten minutes.

Immediately afterwards, two Major from headquarters, dressed in Coat of Justice, led King Taklama out of his cell and onto the deck of the warship.

This former Slave King of the Underworld, his hands were now bound by Seastone Handcuffs, and his steps appeared very weak. After all, his injuries had not yet fully healed, and his mood was even worse.

"I told you that justice will prevail over evil, and I would personally send you to Impel Down. Now, I have done it!" Dragon calmly met the King Taklama's fierce gaze and said.

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King Taklama gritted his teeth, but couldn't utter a word. His feelings were extremely complicated; he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to begin.

To put it simply, he wanted to yell at Dragon, "You fucking cheated!!"

But now, this Slave King, who was so incredibly frustrated that his lungs felt like they were about to explode, could only gasp for breath and remain silent. As for cursing, he had already done so on the way here these past few days.

He was tired of cursing.

The handover went very smoothly. Because of the prisoner's special status, Warden Columbus personally accepted him, and among the guards behind him, Moonlight Moria could be seen; his enormous size was indeed too conspicuous.

Speaking of Moria, he has been much more relaxed these days, because a few days ago, for some reason, the Warden stopped him from continuing to cut out the shadows of the prisoners on the first four underground floors and demanded that he put the shadows back.

To be honest, he was very angry and unwilling at first. It was the result of his hard work over a long period of time. If he had to give it all up now, wouldn't all the time he had spent before be wasted? Moreover, he felt like he had been cheated.

Therefore, he immediately retorted, showing no hesitation despite the other party's status Warden, and adopted a stance that threatened to start a fight if he didn't give him an explanation.

Gecko Moria's thinking was simple: he had agreed to be a jailer here for the World Government, but he hadn't agreed not to beat up the Warden, right?

As long as you stay in Impel Down after the fight, you haven't broken the agreement!

Fortunately, Columbus told him, "Who has time to play games with you?"

The higher-ups have other uses for these prisoners on the first four levels, so they can't be left without shadows. Besides, how long would it take to cut through these hundreds of thousands of prisoners?

Aren't you tired?

Moonlight Moria thought about it and realized it made sense. Although they had wasted time before, they could save time later!

So he happily accepted this explanation, and his current job has changed to creating silhouettes of serious criminals with bounties of hundreds of millions in the fifth and sixth levels of the Extreme Cold Hell and the Level 6 Infinite Hell, respectively. However, the cut-out silhouettes need to be handed over and kept in the Warden's office in the fourth level of the Blazing Hell.

This greatly reduced the workload, and the work was completed in just two days. Normally, all I need to do is patrol back and forth, occasionally bring some food to my fellow inmates in the prison, and chat with them.

The reason he came along this time was mainly because this 'Slave King' King Taklama would be imprisoned in the sixth level of the Level 6 Infinite Hell, so he needed to cut off his shadow.

After handing the man over to Impel Down, Dragon turned and left to report to Marineford, while the King Taklama was thrown directly into boiling water at 100 degrees Celsius for sterilization, the so-called baptism.

However, with his abilities, he could get through it by gritting his teeth.

It's like an ordinary person taking a very hot shower, then changing into a uniform zebra-striped prison uniform, and finally having a Seastone anklet added to their feet.

Once Moria came over with his large scissors and cut off the shadow, the basic process was complete.

Finally, they were taken directly to the bottom level of the Level 6 Infinite Hell by the internal elevator.

He walked slowly into his cell, watched by Warden Columbus and several jailers.

Just then, Warden Columbus raised his hand and waved for the jailers to leave.

He then walked into the King Taklama's prison cell on his own.

"You?" The latter turned around, becoming wary.

Warden Columbus chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous, let's chat for a bit."

"What are you talking about? I don't think we know each other before," the King Taklama asked with a smile, remaining wary. "Don't you think there's something missing about the prisoners here?"

The King Taklama was completely bewildered. He frowned and lowered his voice, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Inside the dimly lit cell, the Slave King and the Warden of Impel Down faced off, but the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

I'll give you two choices.

"One, stay here as your prisoner; two, come with me and become a jailer. How about that? It shouldn't be a difficult choice, right?" Warden Columbus laughed.

"What?!"

The King Taklama was stunned, and suddenly understood what the other party meant when they said that the prisoners here were missing something.

"You've got your eye on my Pet-Pet Fruit ability, and you want me to put Pet Ring on the prisoners here!"

Warden Columbus nodded. "Yes, what's your decision?"

"This is indeed not a difficult choice." King Taklama laughed. Compared to staying in his cell reading newspapers all the time, it was certainly more comfortable to move around in the corridor outside.

"I agreed, but shouldn't I get my shadow back?"

There was no shadow, and he felt something was off. He didn't think Impel Down would cut off people's shadows for no reason; there must be a reason!

Warden Columbus glanced at the empty ground beneath his feet and chuckled, "You'll have to talk to your colleague, Gecko Moria, about this; after all, he's the one with the Shadow- Devil Fruit User."

"Moonlight Moria."

The Slave King recalled the tall figure that had cast his shadow across the sea, and it seemed he would have to find an opportunity to ask him about it.

The process for heavy prisoners in Impel Down will now include a baptism, silhouette, and ring toss.